On a similar note, I'd like to award the first ever Kautzi Kommentor Award (yes, we're German) to Dave Coates, whose amusing comments have made me question on a number of occasions whether it was in fact him or perhaps just another anonymous dave who got lost in cyberspace and thought he was commenting on an entirely different blog. One that had a lot more to do with gypsies and Japanese horror movies and a lot less to do with morning sickness and baby name drama. Regardless, this week's Kautzi Kommentor Award is our gift of gratitude to you, Dave.
Okay, on to the good stuff. So, we've got our first sonogram scheduled for Wednesday evening. The only prep work I have to do for this is to drink four 8 oz glasses of water an hour prior to the appointment and not pee until the sonogram's done. Sounds simple right? Not right. Considering tonight alone, I've only drunk maybe a total of 20 oz of liquid and I've already had to run (and I mean run) to the bathroom 4 times, I'm thinking this could be a bit of a problem. So, Baby, here's your first request/order from your mama. Be cooperative for your little photo session tomorrow so your mommy doesn't pee her pants on the exam table. That will not be a fond memory, I promise you. Also, I'm sorry about the 2 enchiladas I ate tonight. I know that's not doing either of us any good.
In case you aren't keeping track like we are (I know you are - why wouldn't you be?), our baby is now the size of "a medium green olive." Which in my opinion, is a relatively, well, relative descriptor. Is there some standard measurement of a green olive that I'm not aware of? In fact, I'd like to take this opportunity to also address this issue in cooking as well. Maybe I'm just too novice a chef, but a medium onion, medium potato, medium pepper, medium olive just doesn't help me when there are 15 different variations of sizes of each type of produce. Am I missing something? Am I just too perfectionistic and analytical? Don't answer that.
Speaking of perfectionistic and analytical, it's amazing to think that along with its heart and lungs and brain and pancreas and finger touch pads and intestines and eyelids and ears our baby is also currently developing its little personality. A crazy little blend of Eric and me which could turn out incredibly awesome (Eric's creativity and wit and my...good...qualities...) or incredibly unfortunate (my perfectionism and Eric's wild indifference for organization and structure). Let's just hope that whatever exotic balance this child reveals, that its two differing and yet complementary genes aren't at constant war with each other.
Actually, during worship last night at church I was praying for the baby and the only thing I could really think to ask for is that this child has a unique and sincere connection and understanding of our creative and perfectionistic Father. I just pray that our child will know in whose image he or she was created. And that whichever qualities he inherits from his parents, they are intentional - if not slightly dwarfed and off-kilter - representations of the character and personality of the Creator. In His image He created them. Male and female He created them. Analytical and free-spirited He created them. Even-tempered and dramatic He created them. Cautious and impulsive He created them. And whether or not we feel it or believe it, He said it was good. So it must be.